Do you think it's a good thing or a bad thing that I always want to write "Kasha Kiki" on the name space of my schoolwork instead of Caroline (real name)? I've been doing that since last Thursday and it's vair annoying.
Today at school, I learned that I really hate running for long periods of time. We had to do this test today called the pacer. It's when you have to run from one side of the gym to the other along with a recording. You have to make it to the other side before a beep sounds, and the beeps get closer and closer together every minute. Torture! I'm good at sprinting, but I am just not meant for this "cardiovascular endurance" stuff. After I did all the laps I could (37) I felt like dying. My chest hurt, sinuses were congested, eyes were running, my body ached, and my gums (?) really hurt. Hate gym class.
Breakfast. Mmm. Not many pictures, but part of it was dark chocolate raspberry oats!
Lunch was pretty boring and repetitive so no pictures. As part of my snack today, I had plain Stonyfield Farms yogurt with strawberries. Stoneyfield yogurt is my favorite, and this was so much better than the icky Euro-style stuff I got from TJ's!
My dinner had to be eaten in between my cello lesson and therapy. I made a tofu scramble, I guess? With very random veggies though. I cooked up 1/3 block of silken tofu in olive oil. Then I added rainbow chard, carrots, mushrooms, peas, a bit of soy sauce, and lots of garlic powder. So not the typical combo, but still good. I had it with an apple pie Larabar, my favorite! I want a Purebar though. I also had a banana.
I've done lots of snacking tonight, but the highlight has been this dark chocolate coated gingerbread cookie. My mom brought it for me, someone at her office brought them in. Nummy!
In other news, I didn't tell my mom about the blog today. I had maybe half an hour of free time today, and most of it was spent reading your lovely blogs! I had no time to write a decent letter. But, I have no plans tomorrow so I can spend all the time I need writing a letter. Today at therapy, my therapist said "Are you still taking pictures of your food?" And I said "Uhhhh no. Well not all of it." Which is partially true. I know she thinks that this is just another little obsession, and I'm afraid that my mom will think the same thing. Ahhh!
Good night, lovies!
P.S. NO! Call me Kiki! Kiki is the pet name that my sister gave to me when we were kids. I let the people who are close to me call me that, and teachers and stuff call me Caroline.